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[primrosella]

When; Saturday, June 30, evening
Rating; Individual threads may vary!
Characters; Everyone is welcome! This is an open log for Polyites and 4th Wallers alike, so just specify if it's an open thread or if you have 4th walling rules in the comment or subject line!
Summary; Whether you're a regular or a first-timer, here to stay or just passing through, the Blue Light is the place to be for good music, good food, and a sea of friendly faces to encounter.
Log;

Rosella's been to the Blue Light on nights like this before, but this is the first time she's ever been here behind the bar instead of in front of it, managing things as best she can as opposed to simply enjoying the festivities. She's still not skilled enough with bartending to dare try taking drink orders (unless, of course, they come at very special request from very special people), but she's overseeing her staff, checking up on her supplies, and just generally making sure everything runs smoothly.

The music is merry and there's the chatter of conversation in the air as the booths and tables fill with people; nearby, a space on the floor has been cleared for dancing, should any guests (local or visitor alike) find themselves with the urge to cut loose.

It's looking like it's going to be a busy night. But really, that's quite all right with her.

Comments

[practicingforhell]

[He won't turn a free beer down, and it's not like the City always sends him on his way with money when he visits. Plus, a girl like Life? She can probably afford it.

Henry forces a smile.] Company's good. I can't complain.

How 'bout you?

[and_identity]

There's some extra Deaths here tonight. Not here in the bar, but here around town. I've noticed at least three so far, and there might be more.

[She knocks back a swig of her drink.]

I guess you could say it's sort of like drinking a frozen Coke out of a spigot that used to have cherry in it, and they didn't clean it out well enough when they switched. Not a big deal, not really worth getting concerned about, but you can still taste something off.

[practicingforhell]

Three? Fuck. Glad I'm already dead.

[Not really. And this is the best beer ever.]

Must be rough. You and your Death... you've got a thing going on?

[and_identity]

We're "it's complicated" on Facebook. Except without the Facebook part.

[She gives her bottle a spin against the table, leaving a faintly damp ring in its wake.]

The other ones are your standard spectre-face reaper type and the perky goth girl one, so it's not like it's that hard to tell them apart, though.

[practicingforhell]

Complicated's better than nothing.

[He... sets his bottle aside for now, not finding the usual satisfaction in getting as smashed as a dead guy can get during these two-day parties. Maybe it's the atmosphere. Everyone else is so fucking cheerful.]

The goth one? Never got to talk to her, but you'd probably be my favorite... whatever anyway. Concept incarnate.

[and_identity]

You're not jealous, are you? It doesn't mean I love you any less.

[She always has had a soft spot for the artist and poets, the dreamers and tortured souls.]

That's an eloquent way of putting it. Concept incarnate. I like that.

[practicingforhell]

Jealous? Fuck, no. You talk to me, that's enough.

[He loves Life in that weird, metaphysical way that gets so twisted and tangled up when it encounters reality--makes so little sense--that it just is. But Life's probably got a lot of artistic types like that in her fan club.]

Yeah?